In The Demon's Head #128: Under The Bridge
June 17, 2013
Hello everyone, and welcome to another week. You know I sat down last week to start transferring some of the old post over to my new home here, and I realized. I've written a hell of a lot of pieces. I'm saying this with pride, not angst, because every one of those has helped me learn more, and move more toward my goal. The most beautiful thing, since moving to the new home, my views have doubled. For that I can't thank you all enough. I'm back this week with three new pieces, and a special announcement on Friday. That's enough of the promo work; let's get to looking at today's picture.
June 17, 2013
Hello everyone, and welcome to another week. You know I sat down last week to start transferring some of the old post over to my new home here, and I realized. I've written a hell of a lot of pieces. I'm saying this with pride, not angst, because every one of those has helped me learn more, and move more toward my goal. The most beautiful thing, since moving to the new home, my views have doubled. For that I can't thank you all enough. I'm back this week with three new pieces, and a special announcement on Friday. That's enough of the promo work; let's get to looking at today's picture.
Under The Bridge
The water below my feet,
Wish washes back and forth,
How I got here,
I still don't know,
But the bridge,
Has become my end,
I don't know how I can tell you that,
But I feel it,
The end,
Is on the other side,
I can see it in my sleep,
When I sleep,
When the dry land,
That comes and goes,
Let's me sleep,
The water,
Muddy black,
Seems to have it's own secrets,
That it doesn't share with me,
Secrets,
Like the souls that it holds,
And maybe that's what's calling to me,
You know,
I haven't always been like this,
Talking to the water,
As if it's living,
(Who knows it may be)
I used to run a business,
On the strip,
And one day,
It all came crashing down,
The scandal,
Took me from king,
To the man under the bridge,
My wife and kids,
Want nothing to do with me,
I don't blame them,
I was selling drugs,
Guns,
And women,
Out of my shops,
It made me money,
And paid the bills,
Those who came,
Knew not to ask questions,
Then one day,
It all came down,
When the cops showed up,
And started raiding my shops,
One after the other,
In total,
Hundreds of Thousands in guns,
A half million in drugs,
And 58 women,
All were in my shops,
Illegally,
I ran,
Four states over,
I found myself under this bridge,
No one knows me,
Or recognizes,
I suppose it's the same either way,
What became of me,
Was the end,
And now this bridge,
Will be my end,
The water laps at my feet,
Calling me inward,
I walk,
Using the supports,
To guide me,
The water doesn't get deeper,
But I feel as is my body is collapsing,
Crushed,
From the outside in,
The bridge looks older than it had,
Yesterday,
The supports look fragile,
And as I push,
I feel them move,
And more pressure,
I feel the end coming,
As the water laps,
At my head,
Asking me to go to sleep,
One final time,
About the Piece
"Under The Bridge" was a piece that I really enjoyed. It told the story lined with hidden irony. I enjoyed the way that the entire thing played out, and was told. The story wasn't clear when I first looked at the picture, but as I wrote, I learned there was more.
You can connect with me on various social networks, to pick your poison of choice, click here. You can also visit the Library for the latest information on "Blackout" what has now become a novella slated for a September release. Finally, you can sign up for the mailing list. It grants you access to all sorts of freebees. Including, early reads, news, access to free pieces, and starting this week, you'll get all of the pieces written here delivered to your email every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. So sign up, it's a free list, with value that keeps on growing.
Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.
The water below my feet,
Wish washes back and forth,
How I got here,
I still don't know,
But the bridge,
Has become my end,
I don't know how I can tell you that,
But I feel it,
The end,
Is on the other side,
I can see it in my sleep,
When I sleep,
When the dry land,
That comes and goes,
Let's me sleep,
The water,
Muddy black,
Seems to have it's own secrets,
That it doesn't share with me,
Secrets,
Like the souls that it holds,
And maybe that's what's calling to me,
You know,
I haven't always been like this,
Talking to the water,
As if it's living,
(Who knows it may be)
I used to run a business,
On the strip,
And one day,
It all came crashing down,
The scandal,
Took me from king,
To the man under the bridge,
My wife and kids,
Want nothing to do with me,
I don't blame them,
I was selling drugs,
Guns,
And women,
Out of my shops,
It made me money,
And paid the bills,
Those who came,
Knew not to ask questions,
Then one day,
It all came down,
When the cops showed up,
And started raiding my shops,
One after the other,
In total,
Hundreds of Thousands in guns,
A half million in drugs,
And 58 women,
All were in my shops,
Illegally,
I ran,
Four states over,
I found myself under this bridge,
No one knows me,
Or recognizes,
I suppose it's the same either way,
What became of me,
Was the end,
And now this bridge,
Will be my end,
The water laps at my feet,
Calling me inward,
I walk,
Using the supports,
To guide me,
The water doesn't get deeper,
But I feel as is my body is collapsing,
Crushed,
From the outside in,
The bridge looks older than it had,
Yesterday,
The supports look fragile,
And as I push,
I feel them move,
And more pressure,
I feel the end coming,
As the water laps,
At my head,
Asking me to go to sleep,
One final time,
About the Piece
"Under The Bridge" was a piece that I really enjoyed. It told the story lined with hidden irony. I enjoyed the way that the entire thing played out, and was told. The story wasn't clear when I first looked at the picture, but as I wrote, I learned there was more.
You can connect with me on various social networks, to pick your poison of choice, click here. You can also visit the Library for the latest information on "Blackout" what has now become a novella slated for a September release. Finally, you can sign up for the mailing list. It grants you access to all sorts of freebees. Including, early reads, news, access to free pieces, and starting this week, you'll get all of the pieces written here delivered to your email every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. So sign up, it's a free list, with value that keeps on growing.
Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.